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Post by kanika on Jan 26, 2010 16:47:07 GMT -5
Oh, to fall victim to the loom of memories of which one has suppressed deep into the darkest parts of the mind. Those visions of times long passed, or perhaps even recent, where mistakes, words, or even the slightest of action has worsened the life which was so dearly held in the arms of the expectant. They hope for a better tomorrow by cradling the present, caring for it like a child whose actions can be controlled by simple coos and the gentle brush of a hand. Perhaps the giggles and smiles of today will bring the better tomorrow like the rain brings the flowers? So most hope for, whether conscious of the wish or not. It is human nature to worry over present situations. It is basic instinct to consider the consequences after the action, especially in rushed moments.
Yet still mankind prefers to rush. They want to be on the move at all time, with a plethora of electronics on every inch of their bodies in order to communicate. No longer through voice but typed words on a screen. Maybe we will someday have no social skills, but rather writing skills in which we express our emotions through those tiny emoticons and star-surrounded actions? The fall of mankind, or perhaps the rise of a new race?
The chains of the swing set groaned at even the slight weight as it rocked a young female back and forth. Her brown pigtails swayed, the bangs brushing over her deep green eyes. Her skin glowed in the evening sun, pale and smooth. She was the image of an angel, maybe? Or perhaps she seemed to be something else as she sat there on the swing, easing back and forth as her tennis shoes dragged across the dirt. She was wearing dark green shorts and a pale tan jacket with it. A simple outfit, but simply lovely for such a small-framed girl.
Her feet dragged with more noise than before, bringing her to a stop. Her hands still gripped the chains as she looked up toward the sky, possibly judging how much time she would have left here. She would rather not stay out past dark. It would be dangerous and she would rather not get the outfit she was wearing dirty.
She let a heavy sigh escape her, her eyes downcast toward her shoes as she tapped them together softly. Today had been a slow one with nothing much going on. It was frustrating for her, especially for someone who hated being bored. She had spent time writing, reading, and even listening to music while taking a walk around town. No, nothing significant would happen. How boring. She had finally found herself here at Parco Forlanini sitting on the swing set and watching the sun go down. It was still uneventful and she was slowly growing irritated. Anything would do, as long as it was living and she was able to interact with it.
Oh, but the reason for the title? Well, last night she had been plagued by a nightmare. One would be amazed by the history of this child and the fateful ending her older brother had met. Their relationship had been so good, so close, and yet nature won over this girl and that tie had been severed. It wasn't a monster- as defined by the books- that had killed the man who had died wishing she had followed shortly after. A monster as defined by personality, however, had certainly been the deciding point in this lifetime. Her decision to choose want over the most basic of needs had led to the demise of a precious element of human life: relationship. How interesting that something like this would cater to a horrific ending, but doesn't the entire world hand on a simple balance already? It wouldn't take more than a breath to make the sky fall.
But yes, a nightmare. Thought free from these, she has been restless all day with unnecessary acuteness for every sense. She has calmed, but she the images have yet to leave her ever reeling mind. The images of the good and the images of the bad. Surprisingly what hurt the most were the good, knowing that those were real and untouched by selfish desires...
No, to say such a thing would be wrong. Their entire relationship of brother and sister had been based upon, already, by selfishness. She was the only thing left of his mother, and he was the only person in the world who would get her what she wanted without question. In return, she remained by his side... But even that got boring one day...
"Funny how that works, isn't it? Everything was fine when you faked it."
What horrible words, but that had been exactly it. Everything had been fine when she had faked it. She had what she needed to get the world all to herself, and in return he asked only for an affection that he even knew was false. He loved even the show of it and accepted it as real because he had cared for her enough to accept her horrible faults. He had been the one and only person to do so.
She bit her lower lip, looking back up toward the sky. It was probably roughly 6:00PM, the sun slowly setting. The perfect time for people to either get off work or start it. She was thankful for not having a job. She really didn't want to deal with people. Not now, anyway. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• STATUS finished~
COUNT 911
TAG open~
NOTES A lot of talk about nothing, then what she's doing, and then a bit of her past. And it's interesting how the count is 911, at least to me, considering if her nightmare had been real (which it was mostly a memory of something that actually happened) then 9-11 would have definitely been called... |
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Post by MASAAKI HOTAKA TSUKIOMI on Jan 28, 2010 2:08:54 GMT -5
Are they only just empty words?
What do we really have? [/size][/font]  -----------------------------------[/center] A large open field devoted to the very recreation and enjoyment of man, adorn with both the grand bounty of nature, and a few simple structures created by man. It was a simple place, yet one where anyone living in Milan could come to and just simple relax and enjoy themselves away from the usual troubles of life. It was one of the many paradises hidden in a bustling city, a place one can call a sanctuary when it was needed. Yet even though it was a supposed place where many can also gather, it was already at an hour people were heading off to their homes, whilst other got ready to take on nightshift jobs or hit the clubs to party the evening away. Even so, Parco Forlanini still remained as beautiful as it ever was, even more of as the blazing sun sank down as the darkness came out, creating what appeared to be like a cascade from orange to dark blue the further the great beacon of light lowered down to rest. It was truly one of the greatest kinds of scenery one could behold in this world; one that Masaaki believed was more beautiful than even himself.
But for what reason would the young Japanese butler be staying in such a play anyway, away from the young lady he would sometimes think of as his little sister? Furthermore, why not stay at the other place he loved so much to visit atop the grand cathedral which overlooked the entire city? Simply put, he needed another place to stay besides there, especially since he wanted to be amongst the grandeur of nature. There was simply no concrete reason why he chose the park this time, yet he was there anyway, enjoying himself amongst his own company and no one else’s. It was a shame that she could not go with him, but prior commitments prevented his lady from accompanying him on his little stroll around the park, leaving him to enjoy the rest of the eve on his own. To his dismay though, he had no real plans for himself, aside from maybe watching the rest of the sun sink. After that, he would have absolutely no other purpose to stay there, no other mean to stay his existence in a place that was slowly becoming empty. By the time the great light has faded, he would probably be only amongst the handful there, a number of them perhaps couples looking to enjoy alone time in their evening. A funny thought, but that was also a reality.
Just like many other instances, there he was seated a top one of the few small hills in the area. And why would he not be up there in the first place? It was strange, but he always felt better being somewhere high up rather than on lower ground, the privilege of being able to see things from a higher perspective almost like mere bliss for him. Not quite like one feels superior to other when they are able to look down from a certain height, but just a feeling of awe by being able to get a better outlook compared be being confined on lower levels. Not to forget the breeze felt when one is at a certain peak, being able to feel the gentleness of a breeze better from on his current location. It was indeed a nice wind, enough to make him want to ride upon it like a sparrow. Even ‘til now, that childish idea stuck in his head, yet he was aware it may not happen any time soon. Instead, he could only fold the usual planes he made, carefully crafting them with accurate measurements to make sure there was no imbalance on either side. And who could blame him? He was a perfectionist in that way, even when it came to the leisure of folding paper into shapes to not ruin its aesthetics. There was no sin it in anyway, the male simply wanting to witness his creation fly far and high into the sinking sun.
He took one last look at the thing, making sure it was ready for it grand take off before standing himself up off the patch of grass he was on. As he normally did, he brushed off the pieces of greenery that got stuck upon his dark pants, along with whatever dust that got stuck upon it. It was funny that he would continue to wear those formal butler garbs while he was out for a simple walk, but he admitted was too lazy to change into anything else, instead keeping the formal coat in his closet while donning everything else. One cannot deny that he did look good in them, though it was probably just his narcissistic impulses telling him that. Back onto the task at hand, he aligned the paper flying machine along with the eyesight on his right, hand moving back and forth ever so slightly as if he was aiming at a dartboard. With one graceful movement, gentle outstretching his arm while releasing the object, he watched on from where he stood as if moved along with the winds that carried it. His eyes followed it carefully, and then descended, as if something at the corner of his line of sight hooked his attention.
“Onna (A girl)?” he muttered as he started look now at the playground close to where he was, noticing someone still staying there when all the children were gone. It was not some kid though, though not exactly an adult either. She looked about the age of those attending the academy he works at, yet she was staying out here all alone, even though it was already starting to get rather late. And even if Milan was a very nice place, like all other cities there were prowlers hanging about to attack any lone unsuspecting female. Still, there was a certain feeling he got from her, not that of attraction, but one that seemed to be resonating from her. As a performer, he was rather sensitive to people’s emotions as well, especially those of the negative kind. He started to move, unable to stand the sight of a ‘beautiful flower’ wallowing in what seemed to be sadness. And so like the ever so nice person he was, he attempted his luck to help someone out.
“Excuse me, my lady? Pardon for the intrusion, but is there something bother you?” -----------------------------------
Each one pulls us closer
To what we are looking for. [/size][/font][/center] | Tagged | Kanika
| Words | 1079
| Music | Web of Night by TM Revolution
| Notes | Sorry for the delay. Here it is as promised.
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